Millions [Poetry]

seven of hearts

seven of hearts

april11twenty18

skin on a sunny day, laid warm in the glow of evening. laden with all a mother pearl, one gemstone too many to make our bellies burst. my, how unlucky we've been to draw a seven of hearts.

love you like the breeze on overcast afternoons before a storm, when the cicadas chirp nightsong into fantasy. our minds wandered but we held firm despite it.

now I have two invisible hearts trapped in this castle we built that has turned itself into a house of horrors, for every treasured memory now brings the feeling in my chest to an empty hollow. two invisible hearts that cannot find each other, bleeding feet on broken glass covering the floors.

so many scars left from the before, but they are dwarfed in comparison by the way my insides have been torn apart by your absence. I aways hung myself on rose petals, but now they are all dead.

traveling down a path left forgotten my heart still bleeds. haphazard stitching and a will to see a day with sun is just barely enough to keep me going past these trying times. these times in which I am painted hero, for I'm doing so well.

it still feels like my heart is missing. there are only stars in the sky as I cry tears that nobody will ever know except for you.